Chapter Four
Natalie
Jordan Graystone.
British aristocrat.
Billionaire.
I stared after him as he strode away from me, his wide shoulders tense, and the lean physique of his torso leading to tight trunks that hugged a delectable backside. Squeezing my thighs together didn’t ease the ache his close proximity had brought on like a nor’easter. Guilt and embarrassment about being caught snapping pictures of him couldn’t dissipate the arousal he inflicted upon me.
I’d only wanted a good picture of his perfection to think about while fantasizing over my own happily ever after. Stupid of me, really, but I’d thought I’d hid myself behind the pillar and that his swimming would keep him from being aware of what I did.
A moan trapped in my throat as Jordan Graystone disappeared inside, and I cl
